Even if I don’t *feel* bad, I still have to battle apathy and low energy levels. Getting out of bed today was an achievement.

Photography has slackened around here recently. I promised no apologies, so no apologies for it. For all of that I’m starting to recognize just how long I’ve been depressed and just how profoundly it has shaped my life.

Jesus fuck, but me then. It astounds me what diet, exercise, and a royal kick up the arse have done for my attitude and appearance. And in going farther out, I definitely no longer look like a cringy ...